Speak on it, speak on it, speak on it, speak on it now Speak on it, speak on it, speak on it, speak on it now Speak on it, speak on it, speak on it, speak
there's wood in the shed there's a bird in the chimmney and a stone in my bed when the road's washed out they pass the bottle around and wait in the
over the world it's the same It's the same It's the same. And you know that it's beginning, And you know that it's the end When once again we are strangers
ya It's right, dead, smack in Africa But due to religious and political power We must be denied the facts every hour We run to school, tryin' to get straight A's Let's
thought it was over Aw that?s just great The whole damn world is just as obsessed With who?s the best dressed and who?s having sex, Who?s got the money
pick It's a job, it's a job Bloody moon rising with a plague and a flood Jain the bob, join the mob It's all over, it's all over, it's all over
, how you say in the trade, audience part Tion. now if there's one thing that I really like, it's, uh, audience participation. now listen... I gotta figure
me some fish with the eyes falling out How about a little sand over it? That'll make it... Sand on the fish, yes, a sand-fish That be ten marks
, clarinet) Tom malone (trombone, trumpet, piccolo) John bergamo (percussion over-dub) Ed mann (percussion over-dub) Louanne neil (osmotic harp over-dub
child in their country so they come to my country and have fifteen kids so they can take over, ita??ll be their country. It used to be China town and now it's
you think they call it dope? Why do you think they call it dope? Why do you, why do you think they call it dope? 'Cause that's what it is Why do you
I'd be leaving London tomorrow To fly to my young love again Up at dawn to change my shirt And to wash away the dirt Then it's over to American Express
call 911 You gon' do WHAT? WAIT! Yo turn up your musics louder WAIT! All my people in the system Jeep WAIT! All my people goin to school early in the mornin WAIT
in the door And started whooping her ass worse than before They first were divorce, throwin' her over furniture (Ahh!) It's the return of the..."Ah, wait
gettin over For da cracka in the back Yo it's over Number 1 wit a bullet He pull it what I do now Cant out run it or duck Or get a new chuck Up against
who captures a firefly And leaves it over there to die at the shore As I kick at the clowns at my hanging As I swing out all over the crowds I will
house hold tight wait till the party's over hold tight we're in for nasty weather there has got to be a way burning down the house here's your ticket
Yes, old nasty. This funk ain't goin' no place. 'cause it's old, it's old and sexy. Cloreen Bacon Skin. Pound on the floor tom one time, come on. Yes